Saturday, July 25, 2009
Barcelona Bars
put out innumerable snacks.
Fixed by toothpicks, & check final-
ly driven by these left
on plate. Be interesting
to bring idea to St Peter. But
avoiding lumber necessi-
tates a color-coding scheme.
& he’ll say, “What am I? An
accountant? Join that line there!”
Uh uh! Look at the faces, mud
turtles. They’re due for the down
escalator. Beat!
“Quaint images from simple earth.”
I want fairness! Not caprice.
“Oh you do? Still don’t get it, do you?”
put out innumerable snacks.
Fixed by toothpicks, & check final-
ly driven by these left
on plate. Be interesting
to bring idea to St Peter. But
avoiding lumber necessi-
tates a color-coding scheme.
& he’ll say, “What am I? An
accountant? Join that line there!”
Uh uh! Look at the faces, mud
turtles. They’re due for the down
escalator. Beat!
“Quaint images from simple earth.”
I want fairness! Not caprice.
“Oh you do? Still don’t get it, do you?”
Labels: Barcelona, Golden Gate, heaven, St Peter
